We’ve put our discussion down for some time – and now we resume with this tenth installment of the Sinner Saint Diary Cheating series. (links below)
Throughout the series we’ve looked at some destructive situations, shared some marital tragedies, and while some of these stories are in a way quite sexy, most come at a cost.
The Original topic for this installment was be, “Do you spill the beans or not, when you think you find out that your friend’s significant other is cheating: I’ve got a two huge, real life stories about this, that family members and I were caught up in. While the topic has many serious, if not interesting aspects for discussion, it’s not particularly sexy, fun and happy.
So, before we go down deep about cheating, we’re going to ease our way back in and look for a brighter side. I’m wondering where there might be space to play.
“Please, dear lord, I beg you – can we just have a little bit of harmless fun already?’
Looking for fun in grim and unlikely places, is…. Well, not something I’m particularly adverse to. Let this be our meta-mission: if there are any happy aspects of cheating, perhaps we’ll find them by looking at cheating where it’s left the least damage – or, perhaps where it is no longer cheating at all.
If this sounds a bit familiar, it brings us back to where the series began. On thing this series has made clear, the edges and grey areas are where infidelity – its discussion at least, becomes the most interesting; otherwise, cheating – is fucking – is cheating, sort of – discussion over.
So, here’s the question, again: are there any ways we can play around a bit without feeling too guilty or doing too much damage? If we’re just a tiny bit unfaithful perhaps? Or, by the time we’ve sanitized it to that degree, is it even cheating? Is it worth cheating without any fucking? At what exact point does cheating become just flirting, or more important, where exactly does flirting cross over? I think we should pinpoint that spot and set up camp there.
Are you lost yet? Great, then you have good cause to keep reading. Afterwards, I might just rename the series to, “The Sinner Saint’s quest to rationalize bad behavior, and reason his way out of hell.” – That is what these topics feel like, but damn it – if that’s a game my subconscious is playing – what can I say, I hope to hell it works.
We’re looking for where cheating is playful and light, so here is a more playful experience that blurred the boundaries without causing catastrophe. I’m interested in your thoughts and comments – would you consider the following situation to be cheating – or just flirting? Also, have you found a boundary? How close to the boundary do you go, or have you gone, and is it a good thing, or wrong?
(I hope you all leave me a really big tip because I had to dig far and deep, go with something nobody has ever known about, to come up with a real life experience on this topic that I’ve not already shared. (p.s. comments and tit flashes are accepted as currency at the SS Diary.)
I’ve never been married, but the following events happened while I was living with a girlfriend – in a monogamous,, semi-long term relationship.
Remembering back, my girlfriend and I, and our friends, did a lot of dancing. It seems strange now, but going to bars or clubs and dancing was routine. Perhaps it still is – I’ve since moved to a different environment… or, maybe people just don’t dance much when they get old as fossilized sand.
Anyway, if it seems far fetched, trust me – drinking and dancing in packed bars and clubs, with groups of friends on the dance floor, was not fetched far at all, once upon my twenties.
We’d often meet up in groups of up to twenty or so, to drink and dance like this. There was one married couple that my girlfriend and I were particularly fond of.
Now, what happened might sound subtle or strange, yet, is this not where most of our private or forbidden choices happen? In the dark, unspoken, and known only to ourselves and the one other person in the world who participated?
Both of them were extremely attractive – no doubt my girlfriend would have liked a piece of him. They were also really nice and cool – making them even more attractive. I don’t remember how it started, and to this days we’ve never acknowledged nor spoken a single word about it, but it just kind of evolved: whenever they were around and there was dancing, the wife and I would eventually find close proximity.
We were all big drinkers – no doubt that helped such behavior come about. What I mean is, under the cover of crowd packed dance floors, or dim lit dive bars, we’d always find our way to the other at some point, dance against each other, and sneak some touches, we were discrete and watchful, acted in-deliberate, yet, the last time I can specifically remember, I actually came in my pants, so, we are not talking about some accidental shoulder grazing here. Not sure if she knew it, that I actually came that time, and I never told her… but, yea, that’s what I mean when I tell you we would dance closely.
This never happened in any other context. There was never any drama nor consequence, and it was really fun. This went on for two years probably. The contact was unquestionably inappropriate, but her and I were the only souls on earth who knew about it.
That is a happy place, right? Perhaps you don’t consider it cheating? When someone has an orgasm, by definition it must be, right?
Please use the comment section liberally, no worries, I bought an endless supply. What is your story? What is your little naughty thing you do that no other soul on earth knows about, that keeps your desire rolling?